Broadens Poems | Examples

i found a quiet place for me

i found a quiet place for me
i created an end unit at the tail end of a favorite beach
i have you in my arms as a perfect dream come true
love comes from unexpected placed at times
now i am a fan of rare happenings that make me smile

i found a quiet place for me
i created a perfectly constructed balcony that will catch every sunrise over the ocean
i have you sitting next to me with a smile that can warm the most frigid weather of life
love comes out of nowhere and forces you to open the blinders of your heart and mind
now i am a fan of rare occasions that broadens my philosophies of life

i found a quiet place for me
i created a space with panoramic views that feel like life rehabilitation
i have you kissing me with lips so soothing like an adequate cure for the peskiest headache
love comes from left field sometimes to remind the whole self about what really feels right
now i am a fan of rare times when my mind is appreciatively blown

Light of Lights

Light throbbing in the heart of darkness 
Shakes its density and solidity 
Dawn lengthening towards morning
Mops up darkness slowly
Shadows vanish
In its brightness  
It rubs them off the bodies 
Of men and furniture
Lion, camel, orangutan and tiger;
Light focused on cave 
Clears the obscurities  
Light of reason removes 
The stumbling blocks of superstition  
Light of knowledge conquers ignorance
Light of conscience deals with narrowness  
Pushing it towards broadness and righteousness 
Light broadens the narrow space of the heart
Leads it towards benevolence 
Pride and prejudice, niggardliness vanish  
With the white purity  
Of the effulgent Divine light 
The light of lights!  
It hovers round us
Flashes with higher consciousness 
In search of us groping in the dark
Near us comes it giving chance to embrace 
Sure it is that we move pulled towards it 
Let that light grace us towards fulfillment.

Sometimes

Sometimes when you walk down a path it gets narrow and maybe even, you have to turn sideways to squeeze past some obstructions. Relationships are like that on occasion.
Other times the way ahead broadens into a magnificent vista; a field of poppies or vivid heathers that smell divine and our refreshed perspective is inspiring in it's clarity and optimism.
I feel like if I was to take a friendly hand in that moment, beyond the narrow, restricted season and into the fresh, vibrant, sunlit warmth, I would like that friendly hand to be yours. Is that possible?
In my imagination yours is not just the soft, delicate hand of friendship.. it is the hand of affirmation, the hand of acceptance, the hand of belonging. In my whirling mind there is a new moment, a beautifully crafted human act, allowing another to draw alongside and acknowledge their presence in this world with tender togetherness.
Not just the warm skin of a hand, but a universe of questions finds an answer.

The Link Between Reading and Good Health and Moral Judgement

Reading books of all kinds, 
Broadens minds,
Thought binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Strengthens minds,
Friendship binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Heroes bought to minds,
Hope binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Gifts bought to minds,
Talent binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Fresh minds,
Moral judgment binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Kind minds,
Empathy binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Enquiring minds,
Reason to care binds.

Reading books of all kinds,
Alerts minds,
To dangerous binds.

Coffee Crumb Cake Critique

*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay.


Coffee Crumb Cake Critique


Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme,
The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime,

Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on,
Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon,

Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua,
Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua.


2022 June 04

An Elliptical Labyrinth

The morning light has broken
Upon the wall
outside
I watch it sharpen
While sipping coffee
It broadens
over
The walls entirety
Into a full gleaming twinkle
I sip
Feeling the vibration
here
in the concrete hades
Such loveliness

The Wonderfully Unpredictable Solids of 'Mr Calavicci'

damona and i write a book
everyday is not the same
whether we are under the sun
whether we are in the rain
we choose to help others who are in pain

the smiles that we inspire help us to cope
when we make a day better for someone, it makes our day
the situation of damona and i is never the worst
God is the Ultimate Tour Guide
He says to call him Mr. Calavicci

what Mr. Calavicci shows damona and i so broadens the spectrum of our walk
the things that we complain about are rather quite minuscule each time we hear phrases called 'talk'
we continue our walk with Cherished Charity now as a Central Theme
paying it forward is the hippest trip, a vacation like a dream
damona with her blueblack tongue and i in my hat of the day
walk on to the next place Mr. Calavicci guides us....a Renewed Purpose in vast array

Empty Hallways

Ghosts flaunt and flutter
Terror reigns supreme
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of fiends
Light trails and pursues
Darkness bears no retreat
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of deceit
Vessels amble and attend
Desolation’s tune is complete
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of delete
Dusk broadens and swells
Time taken for a thief  
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of grief
Openings expose and reveal
Memories’ tears run dry 
Come live in our dwelling
Join the house of goodbye

Love Is Golden

LOVE IS GOLDEN ®

My first tears was a drop
My last a river
But i swim through
To dry land becoming a fine brand
I understand no teardrop is true
The only clue I have is knowledge that I love you
With a passion like the burning of the sun
Hot & burning like the mouth of a smoking gun
The cloud thickens & broadens from the south
Rising, surmounting & encamping round about
Love is about to lay my golden egg in this golden age
Hatching my hearty seeds all over your field stage.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2012

Mind

Invisible, yet shines,
Can read between the lines,
Transmits faster than light,
Though rated grey it's bright,
Cannot be sold or bought,
But can be changed a lot,
When open, it broadens,
If closed, it's a burden,
Encased, so can't be tossed,
But, sadly, can be lost.

February 2, 2020

Spectacles

I got new spectacles and it is pleasant,
The crystalline glasses shields my eyes from its rivals,
Its assets augment my sight,
Its wide frame broadens my vision of the environment,
And its reflecting skills hide my hopeless eyes.

K.S.Lakshmi

Cedar

Cloud tree, layer tree of magical lands,
An underworld, a heaven with different Earths between,
Provider of a variety of planes,
All floating, suspended, spanning their space.

Each strata reaching, stretching, fanning in the slow, slow race,
Competing with the trunk as it thickens, broadens, increases in height,
And so the enchanted lands widen adding to the might.

Hello Fear

I don't fear Betrayal, for it broadens my understanding on Trust.
I don't fear Enemies, for they were once Friends.
I don't fear Hate, for it is envy disguised as Love.
I don't fear Pain, for its unpleasant sensation gives me Pleasure.
I don't fear Hunger, for it is a shadow of Satiation.
I don't fear Death, for it is freedom from the troubles of Life.
I don't fear Sadness, for it opens my soul to yearn for Happiness.
I don't fear Failures, for they are simply the foundation of Success.
I don't fear Wars, for they are conflicts that bring Peace.
I don't fear the Dark, for it is the hidden form of Light.
I don't fear the Future, for my present made peace with my Past.
What I fear is being Fearless, for fear is afraid of itself like I am afraid of Myself.

Cry Empty

While in course of writing
Some words appear spontaneously
We see a new face smiling
Though not meaningful literally 

Such suddenly cropped up medium
Of expressing our thoughts and music
We aptly call them idiom
That captures the shadow elusive

Only the other day in a composition
About the picture of loneliness
I wrote the words without hesitation
‘Page after page keeps crying empty’

Let me quote the whole extract
To make my viewpoint more exact 

“There are times when the river leaves me
Robbed of all chime air is paranoid
Page after page keeps crying empty
Lost into barren blue, moments annoyed
Getting into thick crowd broadens the void
So sitting alone with dark Pink Floyd”
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July 27, 2016
For the Poetry Contest: Create an Idiom
Sponsor: Jesse Day
Note: My poem ‘Blank Pages’ contains this idiomatic expression ‘crying empty’ which many fellow poets in ‘Poetry Soup’ have read. I do nurture a thought to refer it to some competent forum like Oxford Dictionary for their opinion.

Blank Pages

A lone palm tree near the beach
Sometimes groping for something in sky
Some other time coming down on the ground
Seek frantically a lovely eye
Eyes do come but palm stays calm
On the beach smile bottles of rum

A lone river towards the ocean
Gazing above at the floating cloud 
In between a vast vacuum
Aspiring to sing aloud
No sound resonates in the voice box
Quick passes the grey sly fox

There are times when the river leaves me
Robbed of all chime air is paranoid
Page after page keeps crying empty
Lost into barren blue, moment annoyed
Getting into thick crowd broadens the void
So sitting alone with dark Pink Floyd

A solitary mind on a desolate road
A solitary pen to a full blank page
A lonely heart bearing hollowness loud
A bird of forest locked in a cage
In a vase of flowers despair and rage
The ship gets no ground for anchorage

Helpless shadow of chin on knee
Lonely lonely and mere lonely
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July 23, 2016
Loneliness Contest

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